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All Things, Considered

I believe that (1) language is the most powerful tool we have (2) bravery is the most admirable quality in a person and (3) the best is yet to come.

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  • CONTACT
  • OBSERVATIONS
    Narrative Non-Fiction
    • Commuters
    • Phenomenon: Sad, Drunk Girl on Bus
    • Storm
    • Julie
    • People Seen
    • Words of Constructive Critique From Some Editors
    • An Abridged List of Places I Have Lost These Sunglasses
    • Concept: Lives in Parallel
    • Strange Things Mothers Do
    • No Thank You I Don’t Drink Coffee
    • When the Tide Rolls In
    • Why
    • Many Lives
    • Black Hair Story
  • BLOG SERIES I
    Year Abroad
    • I. Staying in Character
    • II. The Machine Ate my Money
    • III. The Foreigners
    • IV. The Holy Trinity of French Administration
    • V. Sometimes Good, Sometimes Bad, Always Interesting
    • VI. What They Don’t Tell You
    • VII. Little Victories
    • VIII. The Longest Day
    • IX. How to Miss an Important Train
    • X. Thank God I Met You, Otherwise I Never Would Have Sailed
    • XI. Someday
    • XII. Roma in the Rain
    • XIII. To Build A Life
    • XIV. Exchange: The Final Week
    • XV. Baggage Limit Exceeded
  • BLOG SERIES II
    After
    • I. Many Lives
    • II. I Guess I’ll Write About the Little Things
    • III. A Little Less Young
    • IV. On the Passage of Time
    • V. Small Stories Everywhere
    • VI. The Girl on the Gurney
    • VII. From the Edge of Elation
  • PUBLISHED WORKS
    • What My Children Will Not Know (2019)
    • Bangladesh’s Unlikely Attainment of the 4th Millennium Development Goal (2019)
    • The Study Abroaders (2019)
    • Ocean-Bound (2016)
    • Leo’s Sin (2016)
  • POETRY
    • Baggage Limit Exceeded
    • Someday
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“When I was backpacking around New Zealand, I never told my Mum I was going skydiving,” my friend confessed, as we were walking back to our university residence one night.

I looked at her. To be 20 is to be doing, right now, all the things we’ll refer to offhandedly for a very long time. Like going on exchange. Or skydiving. Things that demarcate a before and after.

“How was it?” I asked.

“I went through a cloud. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I just saw this solid thing beneath me.” She placed her hands on her cheeks, then, eyes lighting up. “And then I went through it, and there were a thousand hard, tiny rain droplets on my face.” Read more.

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